Slow Suicide

Falling into old habbits again
burning braincells and cutting skin
destroying my life, what have I done?
Darkness of the afterlife, here I come

Rekindling addictions; no going back.
My lungs, heart, and soul, are all turning black.
Watch my life, fade away.
Open arms, welcoming my final day.

Why does it matter, why do you care?
My pain of living this life, is too much to bare.
I hope soon, that I will die.
Watch me live, my slow suicide.

-S h i t, I know. But oh well, I needed to lift some of teh depression off of my mind. -